Road to Ruin 3a/?
Title: Road to Ruin 3a/?
Author: synergyfox
Pairing(s) [changes with every section soooo]: Cara/MC!Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexyteims... yes... you read that correctly... oh and also a lack of torture and icky grammar. Potential spoilers for Temple of the Winds but not disastrously so. The mixing of show and book canon? Such as Kahlan's got blue eyes and Cara's got her epic switchy green-to-blue ones cos this shipper likes the actresses from the show?
Disclaimer: Terry Goodkind [and Disney] own the Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker... I honestly just own the demented brain behind this fic - oh and an Optimus Prime helmet I write in.
Summary: Post-Torn, things don't go as planned and the two parts of Kahlan are not reunited.
Part: | 1 | 2 | 3a | 3b | 3c | 3d |
Cara smiled softly as strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close and encased her in a white, silk sheet. Soft lips pressed against the nape of her neck and she closed her eyes, "it's cold, Cara. Come back to bed..."
"I like the snow..." Cara whispered, leaning back against the warm body.
The lips smiled against the back of her neck, "I know you do... but it is cold and.." the arms trailed slowly down her body, caressing her lovingly - stopping at her abdomen and pulling her closer, "... you are carrying my child. Our child. I do not want you to get sick."
Cara turned slowly and rested her head on Kahlan's shoulder, closing her eyes as she did so, "take me to bed then."
Kahlan kissed the side of her head and held her closer, lips lingering for a few moments, "alright." The Mother Confessor gently guided her towards the large bed in their private chambers of the Confessor's Palace, "lie down..."
The Mord'Sith slowly clambered under the silk sheets and smiled lightly as the sheet Kahlan had around her was tossed over the others. Kahlan climbed in behind her and pulled Cara gently into her arms, kissing the back of her head as she did so.
"Sleep, we can go out into the snow later this afternoon."
"What about Council?" Cara asked - the tiredness evident in her voice.
Kahlan pulled her even closer and smiled softly against her hair, "my sister is running Council this morning. I am going to spend the day with my wife." Kahlan whispered soothingly, moving one of her arms under Cara's head, the other draping protectively over her stomach. "now sleep."
The place she was laying was as soft and as warm as the bed in her dreams; she was on her side, curled up into a ball under the silk sheets. Gentle fingers brushed through her hair, stopping on occasion to massage her scalp; Cara flexed her fingers on her pillow, feeling the smooth material against her skin.
"The healer will be here in a candlemark to apply new salve and bandages. Would you like food?" Cara made a negative sound and turned her face into the soft pillow. The Mother Confessor's hand moved down to caress Cara's neck, massaging the bunched muscles absentmindedly, "why is it you always curl into a ball? I remember going on watch after you... you would fall asleep on your side and end up curled into a ball not even three candlemarks in. You would whimper and sometimes cry..." The Mother Confessor paused and brushed her fingertips over one of the strong bandages which kept the salve from rubbing off, giving it a chance to be absorbed completely, "why?"
Cara remained quiet for a few moments, relishing in the feel of the gentle hand soothing her aching muscles, "Mistress..." Her voice cracking slightly.
The Mother Confessor gently began to caress her sore shoulder, working the knots out slowly, "tell me." She squeezed Cara's shoulder and the Mord'Sith grimaced in pain, "obey me, Cara. I am your Mistress." Her voice was firm again - simple warnings of what would happen should she disobey again.
Cara took a slow breath and closed her eyes, slowly beginning to relax once more, "when I was in my early training as a Mord'Sith I was locked in a cell. Rats would gnaw at my feet until I learned to sleep curled up so they could not do so." The touches slowly turned tender, ghosting over her skin in slow, soothing patterns, "I left my food for them... I thought they might leave me alone." Cara trailed off, focusing on the gentle touches and caresses her Mistress was allotting her, "they merely continued to nibble and gnaw." Her stomach churned as images flooded into her mind's eye.
The bed shifted and minty breath filled her nostrils, she refused to allow her eyes to open - to afraid of what she might see... or not see in the Mother Confessor's sapphire eyes. The protective arm around her waist and soft lips pressing to her forehead were what gave her cause to open her eyes in the end. She did not have to look the woman in the eye; Cara pressed her nose to the Mother Confessor's throat and inhaled the scent there - it was still retained Kahlan's unique scent, even if it was masked slightly by the scent of roses.
Cara slowly began to relax in the arms of the woman she was created to hate and kill, "what did you do in the end?"
A shuddering breath met her Mistress' question before the answer came - muted by lips against soft skin, "I endured..." Cara paused and felt her eyes tear up, "I endured until an Agiel was placed in my hand and I was allowed to kill my tormentors." The confession was barely audible, "I extracted my vengeance."
Her Mistress' arm tightened around her gently but did not aggravate her injuries; slowly she was turned onto her back and the Mother Confessor looked directly into her eyes - Cara realized she had nothing to fear. There was emotion lurking in the depths, barely noticeable, but there.
And their lips met, slow and gentle; her Mistress' hand gently caressed her bandaged side through the sheets - moving slowly towards her hip.
"Mistress... I..." Cara tried only to be silenced by another sweet kiss.
"Hush." Cara opened her mouth, making a soft protesting noise when her Mistress rose from the bed only to close it immediately as the Mother Confessor's dress fell to the floor after only a few laces were undone.
Cara watched, her mouth going dry as her Mistress undressed completely before her eyes - an image of perfection she had never seen before, "Mistress..." she breathed, studying the woman - memorizing every inch of her.
"Tell me, Cara. Who do you belong to?"
"You, Mistress. Only you." Cara let out in a rush, wishing to please her Mistress with a proper answer.
She was rewarded with her Mistress sliding under the white, silk sheets - hands slowly caressing her body. Her Mistress gently helped her onto her back, minding the covered wounds, knowing where each bruise, cut, burn and welt were located upon her broken body.
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Soft lips worshiped every inch of unbandaged skin available and gentle hands caressed her body in ways she had never experienced. After what felt like hours (though a glance to the burning candle off to the side revealed it only to be mere minutes) she was writhing under the Mother Confessor - panting and begging.
"Tell me, Cara."
"Mistress... please!" Cara begged - berating herself for being so weak - unable to move to much due to the soreness of her still recovering body.
Strong hands caressed her inner thighs with gentle touches and squeezes, massaging muscles sensually, "please what, Cara. Tell me. You know what I want to hear." A finger trailed painstakingly slowly through her soaked folds, "tell me," her Mistress urged and hovered over her - bracing herself up with one arm.
Tears welled up behind clamped eyes and Cara let out a submissive whimper from the back of her throat, "please Mistress, claim me. Make me yours completely!" She choked out and let out a sob of relief when two fingers entered her heated core, a thumb rubbing circles against her clit - she clenched her teeth - muscles tensing.
Her Mistress' lips and teeth assaulted her neck while her fingers brought the broken woman slowly towards climax, "tell me again, Cara. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" She punctuated each word with a kiss to Cara's neck and a thrust of her fingers.
"You, Mistress!" Cara forced out, gasping for much needed air, pleasure building to a peak.
A final thrust and the feeling of her Mistress' teeth breaking skin on her shoulder sent her tumbling hard over the edge - sparks of light flashing behind her eyes, her Mistress' name upon her lips.
She broke once more - tears falling freely as she trembled, her Mistress' strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her close, taking solace in the gentle words being whispered into her hair.
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Short much?
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"Sleep..." her Mistress breathed, kissing the top of her head - lips lingering, she could feel the twitch of a smile when she let out a slurred reply.
Cara slowly felt herself drift off into a world of darkness, embracing it freely for the first time since she had been captured and Richard had been executed.
~
She awoke to cold hands touching her everywhere, an odd scent reaching her nostrils, "what'd you doin'? Ge'off me..."
"Calm yourself, child. I am merely changing your bandages. The Mother Confessor is tending to a few duties. Relax and I will be done in a few moments." These words caused Cara's eyes to cross, the knowledge that her Mistress was not nearby sent her heart racing, "oh, I never thought I would see the day when a Mord'Sith sulked like a petulant child." The old woman held something under her nose and Cara gagged, unprepared for the smell.
"Wha' was tha' for?!" Cara protested, her eyes fluttering shut in seconds - body going slack against the healer.
"A sedative dear." She faintly registered a pat on the head before passing out fully once more.
TBC . . . tomorrow . . . when I'm awake. . .
Author: synergyfox
Pairing(s) [changes with every section soooo]: Cara/MC!Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexyteims... yes... you read that correctly... oh and also a lack of torture and icky grammar. Potential spoilers for Temple of the Winds but not disastrously so. The mixing of show and book canon? Such as Kahlan's got blue eyes and Cara's got her epic switchy green-to-blue ones cos this shipper likes the actresses from the show?
Disclaimer: Terry Goodkind [and Disney] own the Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker... I honestly just own the demented brain behind this fic - oh and an Optimus Prime helmet I write in.
Summary: Post-Torn, things don't go as planned and the two parts of Kahlan are not reunited.
Part: | 1 | 2 | 3a | 3b | 3c | 3d |
Cara smiled softly as strong arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close and encased her in a white, silk sheet. Soft lips pressed against the nape of her neck and she closed her eyes, "it's cold, Cara. Come back to bed..."
"I like the snow..." Cara whispered, leaning back against the warm body.
The lips smiled against the back of her neck, "I know you do... but it is cold and.." the arms trailed slowly down her body, caressing her lovingly - stopping at her abdomen and pulling her closer, "... you are carrying my child. Our child. I do not want you to get sick."
Cara turned slowly and rested her head on Kahlan's shoulder, closing her eyes as she did so, "take me to bed then."
Kahlan kissed the side of her head and held her closer, lips lingering for a few moments, "alright." The Mother Confessor gently guided her towards the large bed in their private chambers of the Confessor's Palace, "lie down..."
The Mord'Sith slowly clambered under the silk sheets and smiled lightly as the sheet Kahlan had around her was tossed over the others. Kahlan climbed in behind her and pulled Cara gently into her arms, kissing the back of her head as she did so.
"Sleep, we can go out into the snow later this afternoon."
"What about Council?" Cara asked - the tiredness evident in her voice.
Kahlan pulled her even closer and smiled softly against her hair, "my sister is running Council this morning. I am going to spend the day with my wife." Kahlan whispered soothingly, moving one of her arms under Cara's head, the other draping protectively over her stomach. "now sleep."
The place she was laying was as soft and as warm as the bed in her dreams; she was on her side, curled up into a ball under the silk sheets. Gentle fingers brushed through her hair, stopping on occasion to massage her scalp; Cara flexed her fingers on her pillow, feeling the smooth material against her skin.
"The healer will be here in a candlemark to apply new salve and bandages. Would you like food?" Cara made a negative sound and turned her face into the soft pillow. The Mother Confessor's hand moved down to caress Cara's neck, massaging the bunched muscles absentmindedly, "why is it you always curl into a ball? I remember going on watch after you... you would fall asleep on your side and end up curled into a ball not even three candlemarks in. You would whimper and sometimes cry..." The Mother Confessor paused and brushed her fingertips over one of the strong bandages which kept the salve from rubbing off, giving it a chance to be absorbed completely, "why?"
Cara remained quiet for a few moments, relishing in the feel of the gentle hand soothing her aching muscles, "Mistress..." Her voice cracking slightly.
The Mother Confessor gently began to caress her sore shoulder, working the knots out slowly, "tell me." She squeezed Cara's shoulder and the Mord'Sith grimaced in pain, "obey me, Cara. I am your Mistress." Her voice was firm again - simple warnings of what would happen should she disobey again.
Cara took a slow breath and closed her eyes, slowly beginning to relax once more, "when I was in my early training as a Mord'Sith I was locked in a cell. Rats would gnaw at my feet until I learned to sleep curled up so they could not do so." The touches slowly turned tender, ghosting over her skin in slow, soothing patterns, "I left my food for them... I thought they might leave me alone." Cara trailed off, focusing on the gentle touches and caresses her Mistress was allotting her, "they merely continued to nibble and gnaw." Her stomach churned as images flooded into her mind's eye.
The bed shifted and minty breath filled her nostrils, she refused to allow her eyes to open - to afraid of what she might see... or not see in the Mother Confessor's sapphire eyes. The protective arm around her waist and soft lips pressing to her forehead were what gave her cause to open her eyes in the end. She did not have to look the woman in the eye; Cara pressed her nose to the Mother Confessor's throat and inhaled the scent there - it was still retained Kahlan's unique scent, even if it was masked slightly by the scent of roses.
Cara slowly began to relax in the arms of the woman she was created to hate and kill, "what did you do in the end?"
A shuddering breath met her Mistress' question before the answer came - muted by lips against soft skin, "I endured..." Cara paused and felt her eyes tear up, "I endured until an Agiel was placed in my hand and I was allowed to kill my tormentors." The confession was barely audible, "I extracted my vengeance."
Her Mistress' arm tightened around her gently but did not aggravate her injuries; slowly she was turned onto her back and the Mother Confessor looked directly into her eyes - Cara realized she had nothing to fear. There was emotion lurking in the depths, barely noticeable, but there.
And their lips met, slow and gentle; her Mistress' hand gently caressed her bandaged side through the sheets - moving slowly towards her hip.
"Mistress... I..." Cara tried only to be silenced by another sweet kiss.
"Hush." Cara opened her mouth, making a soft protesting noise when her Mistress rose from the bed only to close it immediately as the Mother Confessor's dress fell to the floor after only a few laces were undone.
Cara watched, her mouth going dry as her Mistress undressed completely before her eyes - an image of perfection she had never seen before, "Mistress..." she breathed, studying the woman - memorizing every inch of her.
"Tell me, Cara. Who do you belong to?"
"You, Mistress. Only you." Cara let out in a rush, wishing to please her Mistress with a proper answer.
She was rewarded with her Mistress sliding under the white, silk sheets - hands slowly caressing her body. Her Mistress gently helped her onto her back, minding the covered wounds, knowing where each bruise, cut, burn and welt were located upon her broken body.
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sexyteims
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Soft lips worshiped every inch of unbandaged skin available and gentle hands caressed her body in ways she had never experienced. After what felt like hours (though a glance to the burning candle off to the side revealed it only to be mere minutes) she was writhing under the Mother Confessor - panting and begging.
"Tell me, Cara."
"Mistress... please!" Cara begged - berating herself for being so weak - unable to move to much due to the soreness of her still recovering body.
Strong hands caressed her inner thighs with gentle touches and squeezes, massaging muscles sensually, "please what, Cara. Tell me. You know what I want to hear." A finger trailed painstakingly slowly through her soaked folds, "tell me," her Mistress urged and hovered over her - bracing herself up with one arm.
Tears welled up behind clamped eyes and Cara let out a submissive whimper from the back of her throat, "please Mistress, claim me. Make me yours completely!" She choked out and let out a sob of relief when two fingers entered her heated core, a thumb rubbing circles against her clit - she clenched her teeth - muscles tensing.
Her Mistress' lips and teeth assaulted her neck while her fingers brought the broken woman slowly towards climax, "tell me again, Cara. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" She punctuated each word with a kiss to Cara's neck and a thrust of her fingers.
"You, Mistress!" Cara forced out, gasping for much needed air, pleasure building to a peak.
A final thrust and the feeling of her Mistress' teeth breaking skin on her shoulder sent her tumbling hard over the edge - sparks of light flashing behind her eyes, her Mistress' name upon her lips.
She broke once more - tears falling freely as she trembled, her Mistress' strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her close, taking solace in the gentle words being whispered into her hair.
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Short much?
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"Sleep..." her Mistress breathed, kissing the top of her head - lips lingering, she could feel the twitch of a smile when she let out a slurred reply.
Cara slowly felt herself drift off into a world of darkness, embracing it freely for the first time since she had been captured and Richard had been executed.
~
She awoke to cold hands touching her everywhere, an odd scent reaching her nostrils, "what'd you doin'? Ge'off me..."
"Calm yourself, child. I am merely changing your bandages. The Mother Confessor is tending to a few duties. Relax and I will be done in a few moments." These words caused Cara's eyes to cross, the knowledge that her Mistress was not nearby sent her heart racing, "oh, I never thought I would see the day when a Mord'Sith sulked like a petulant child." The old woman held something under her nose and Cara gagged, unprepared for the smell.
"Wha' was tha' for?!" Cara protested, her eyes fluttering shut in seconds - body going slack against the healer.
"A sedative dear." She faintly registered a pat on the head before passing out fully once more.
TBC . . . tomorrow . . . when I'm awake. . .